THE MOTHER


A rusty leaf lead the way
to the mighty forest
where my daughter was led astray.

As I kneel by the river
a gruesome shriek
is heard and I shiver.

Bloodstained stones
and a used-up cross,
a feverish feast on her bones.

A group of beasts,
men as they were,
used her for sexual feasts.

I heard her shriek
but I was too late,
her soul had already left the creek.

I drown in her sorrow,
I lost my beliefs,
I let go of my tomorrow,
I die among the leaves.





Poetry by Daybreaker
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Written on 2007-12-14 at 14:12

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Kathy Lockhart
a very powerful, haunting, and chilling poem.
2007-12-15


Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
As Rob says I too think of the film and book a 'Time to Kill' - a deeply disturbing text of violence and anguish - excellent work

Elle x

Language: 4
Format: 5
Mood: 5
Overall: 5
2007-12-14


Rob Graber
What a nightmare! Reminds me of the movie "A Time to Kill," in which the daughter survives her unspeakable ordeal. I like the a-b-a structure, and the rhymes are well chosen for the story.
2007-12-14